Molly peered through the alleyway's grimy window, her eyes scanning the colorful chaos of the children's party. Laughter and the tinny jingles of party music filled the air, mingling with the scent of cotton candy and sunscreen. Bill crouched beside her, adjusting his ill-fitting clown nose and muttering under his breath. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Bill asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Of course," Molly replied, a sly grin spreading across her face. "When else do you get to rob a place and blend in with a clown and a fairy?" Bill sighed, tugging at the frayed edges of his costume. "Fairy? This is a crime of fashion, not finesse." "Shush," Molly hissed, her eyes narrowing as a group of children ran past, their faces plastered with sticky frosting. "We need to time this right. The parents are too busy chatting, and the kids are distracted by the piñata. Perfect window." Bill nodded, still unsure. "And the presents?" "Under the tree," Molly said, pointing to a corner where a mountain of brightly wrapped gifts sat unattended. "We grab what we can and make a run for it. Simple." Bill took a deep breath, steeling himself. "Alright, let's do this." Molly gave him a reassuring pat on the back and pushed open the door, leading them into the heart of the party.